"sometimes 'm all'ey got. But'ey's good kids, all ovvem."
This one's a good'un, I think, for all her hard talk. Yeah, I like this Syl.
"Dunno if'n a corndog 'll holda body t'gether...from what've heard 'bout'em more likely t'greak yer gut...but reckon we c'n findya somethin'."
Syl looks over at a friend and signals to her. Reckon she's making sure someone knows who she's with, and I could be offended but given what's been going on in town lately, I don't blame her for being cautious, not a bit.
"I've got an iron constitution," I say with a grin. "Which is to say, I can eat almost anything. Bit like a goat, I am." We walk along to the food tents, and I smell all kinds of greasy goodness. My stomach rumbles. I love the abbey's food, and it's all very wholesome, but sometimes a body just needs a bit of fatty goodness.
"So preacher-man...ain't seen ya 'round'ere b'fore. First time on th'Lot?"
"Been a couple of times back when you first came to town," I say. "But I was in me civvies back then - you know, off duty wear. I s'pose you do," I say, nodding at her witch wear. Hope she don't dress like that day to day or our pleasant chat might be fucked. "Not been for a while, though. Surprised you folk are still in town."
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Date: 2009-05-12 03:31 pm (UTC)This one's a good'un, I think, for all her hard talk. Yeah, I like this Syl.
"Dunno if'n a corndog 'll holda body t'gether...from what've heard 'bout'em more likely t'greak yer gut...but reckon we c'n findya somethin'."
Syl looks over at a friend and signals to her. Reckon she's making sure someone knows who she's with, and I could be offended but given what's been going on in town lately, I don't blame her for being cautious, not a bit.
"I've got an iron constitution," I say with a grin. "Which is to say, I can eat almost anything. Bit like a goat, I am." We walk along to the food tents, and I smell all kinds of greasy goodness. My stomach rumbles. I love the abbey's food, and it's all very wholesome, but sometimes a body just needs a bit of fatty goodness.
"So preacher-man...ain't seen ya 'round'ere b'fore. First time on th'Lot?"
"Been a couple of times back when you first came to town," I say. "But I was in me civvies back then - you know, off duty wear. I s'pose you do," I say, nodding at her witch wear. Hope she don't dress like that day to day or our pleasant chat might be fucked. "Not been for a while, though. Surprised you folk are still in town."